HERSELF. D'you know, I think I'd better. It's so dreadful when it's your own, isn't it? Shall we go in here, doctor? Come along, pretty boy!
[She takes EDWARD, and they pass into the room, left.]
LADY ELLA. I dreaded it. She is splendid!
THE SQUIRE. Dogs take to her. That's a sure sign.
THE RECTOR. Little things—one can always tell.
THE SQUIRE. Something very attractive about her—what! Fine build of woman.
MAUD. I shall get hold of her for parish work.
THE RECTOR. Ah! Excellent—excellent! Do!
THE SQUIRE. Wonder if her husband shoots? She seems quite-er—quite——
LADY ELLA. [Watching the door] Quite! Altogether charming; one of the nicest faces I ever saw.